my babygirl → jack gilinsky

chapter eleven ♡

lillian ♡

i opened my eyes, feeling an intense amount of pain in my head.

i heard beeping monitors, i looked around and saw all these machines and realized i was at a hospital.

why?

"oh, lily you're awake" zoey smiled standing up.

"hey" i said.

"you had an infection on your bruise from madison" she said annoyed because madison did this.

that little-

"so, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"my head hurts" i said.

"i'll go find the doctor and see if i can get you something for it" she said.

i nodded and she walked out the room.

jack walked in the room, he closed the door behind him.

he came over to me.

"hey" he said softly. i looked into his eyes and he had this guilty look.

"i'm so sorry, that this happened to you. it's all my fault." he said.

"it's not your fault jack" i spoke.

"madison said she didn't try to kick you out and that she didn't slap you" he said.

was he implying i was lying?

"are you trying to say, i was lying and made this whole thing up?" i asked.

"no, no. i'm saying, i don't believe her. i believe you over anyone. it's always been that way." he said quickly.

"just don't put her over me when i want to talk to you" i said.

"i won't, i won't forget about you, i promise. you will always be my bestfriend. and also i'm sorry for being mad when you hang out with other guys, i don't know what's wrong with me lately" he said.

"it's okay, you're just scared for me but don't be. i know what i'm doing, i'm not going to come home pregnant" i assured him with a playful smile.

"i know you won't" he smiled too.

the door opened and a doctor along with zoey came in the room.

"okay, i'm going to give you some pain killers for the headache and for your cheek and then you are all set to go home whenever" he said as he put some needle into my arm.

i hate needles, i made a face as he did it.

i didn't feel a thing. "oh" i mumbled when he finished.

"okay, take it easy for the next couple days" he said.

"thank you" i said.

my head and cheek started to feel better a few minutes later.

i was in one of those gown things.

"here, i brought you some clothes" zoey said handing me a bag.

"thanks" i said and walked into the bathroom and changed real quick.

it was just some leggings and a sweatshirt.

since it was kinda cold outside still.

yes, in april and it's still cold, i know.

i walked out the bathroom.

"here's your phone." jack handed it to me.

"oh, thanks" i mumbled taking it and we walked out the room.

we i guess got here in jacks car so we all piled into his car again.

i sat in the front so i could lean back because i was extremely tired.

but my phone had so many notifications.

johnson: you never came back?
nate: hey, zoey isn't answering her phone???
nate: please tell me she's not stranded somewhere on the side of the street
johnson: yeah that too^
dillon: are you okay?? you're not answering

then dillon text separately.

dillon: hey, are y'all coming back?
dillon: okay you always answer your phone.
dillon: lily, i'm worried about you
dillon: just please be okay.
dillon: i want to see you.
dillon: i went to your house but nobody was home.

so i texted him back.

lillian: i'm fine, i'll text you when i get home and you can come over and i'll tell you.
dillon: okay

i put my phone away and closed my eyes the whole thirty five minutes back to our house.

we dropped zoey off first though at her place.

then we got back to ours.

"hey, were here" jack whispered to me since i was asleep.

"oh, okay" i said and put the seat back and got out the car.

we walked inside, jack unlocked the door and i gasped at the sight i saw.

all of the pictures of my mom were shattered and broken across the floors.

"what the.." jack whispered.

"she needs to go home" i spat at jack and went to my room.

i heard yelling downstairs but i ignored it. i was so beyond mad right now.

how could she do this? that was my mom. this is my moms house and i think i should have a say in who gets to stay here and who doesn't.

and i think she shouldn't stay here anymore. she can go home or she can go to a hotel but not in my house.

i texted for dillon to come over.

he was here within five minutes.

he came up in my room and just held me in his arms as i cried into his shirt.

he rubbed my back in circles.

"are you sure you're okay?" he asked me lightly.

"i'm not, my mom is dead and madison took all her pictures that we had hanging and shattered them to pieces." i muttered.

"she's a terrible person" he said.

"i know, i don't want her here, i never want to see her ever again. she's ruining my life" i said.

"you don't have to" he said softly to me and placed a kiss on my forehead.